Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.